Through the Looking glass....

Unwanted

Your unwanted
Your rolling eyes
Loud dermatic sighs
Lame requests
You seem to me to be LAME at best
That's it and all I can say
Just go.....go far away!

Making the right

First things first...Where is hedge? Long time no comment my friend? Where is your witty releasing humor?

After that I think it's time to update on work. Work has been pretty good. Well, actually, it's been slowly getting a lot better then It was when I first started. Things are picking up in pace and I can see myself making noticeable progress. Something that has changed is that Robert quit Target and started working with me again.

Right now I just need so much guidance in my life I don't know where to even begin! Love, friendship, work, school...Tell me! I have no idea. I like making the advice, but taking it is something totally different.

Help

I feel fat and I feel left out and I feel cheated. Help.

Broke-n

Life is a little bitter tasting at this moment. The lack of money and funds for things I must have, are hurting my day to day life. I now even dream about not having money. It hurts that im so unable to provide for myself but it also makes me angry. When I got fired, I realized two things, 1. This is the biggest mistake this women is making in her relatively new and short carrier. And 2. There are so many more that are still there that have " More attendance Issues" than I. So me being a little resentful thinks all the time about how her mistake has made such a dent in my life. I wondered, maybe once or so if I'll ever be able to financially recover. This only thinking of the awful hit my credit has taken in the last month. I hate this feeling, It's hopelessness and helplessness. It's LAME.

A Life at that

I'm living in what months ago I had professed as a " A life long Lived". This life Lived as it is, short and supple, has proven to be nothing short of anything. I'm young, childish and what some may call restless.

In all my living I have come be...Ashamed if you will of my own "Discontent". Knowing no open road, I seem to wonder aimlessly among those that have paved their own before me. This world knows no shortage of dreamers. To me, there are only two kinds of people when speaking on this subject: Those who dream and follow their mystic's to amazing heights, in other words, the successful, and then there are those who just can't figure their wayward dreams to paper. I, like many others, have plenty of dreams, plenty of hopes and wishes, but pinning them down is sometimes more difficult then what it sounds.

I'm in a restless mood. I'm in a restless life. Living has become an adventure on it's own. Those of us whom live with this ocean spinning and turning within, we all know to well that life is nothing set, nothing permanent and we all learn to live with that of not living.

My long winded and lame point to this cryptic story is that of a happier note then that of what has been purveyed: I am restless, not dead, not unliving, not without goals and heartache. I want to become something with someone, somewhere sometime, will my tides allow me such liberties? Will I become untied from within?

Restlessness is discontent and discontent is the first necessity of
progress. Show me a thoroughly satisfied man and I will show you a failure.
Thomas A. Edison

Gap

This is where I work. I love it/hate it. It makes me feel so poor sometimes. Sometimes when the teeny bopper kids come in with mommys credit cards spending hundreds.

Funniest quote of the day: " You can just get a bathing suit in Hawii....There's bound to be something there for you ( This being said to a pregnant lady) you know how huge those hawiians are!"